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i wake up so tired on debbie's floor, realizing i never told my mom i was sleeping over. i rush to find my phone which was under frannie. i lightly pull my phone, not wanting her to wake up and cause me a massive headache. i take my phone and walk outside of the room, softly closing the door. i dial my mom's number and call her.

"oh my god i was about to call the police." she says as soon as she answers. "sorry mom!" she goes on about how she thought i was being kidnapped and sent to another world or something like that. whenever she says these things i feel sympathy for her and myself. i miss the normal her.. that sounds bad but i wish she didn't develop this. the doctors say she might get dementia, since it runs in the family. i sigh as she talks about other theories. she finally says that she's finished and i tell her i love her. we hang up the phone and i slide down the wall next to the laundry shoot. i feel tears fall down my face.

i hear a door open so i quickly wipe my face, not wanting to be sympathized. i peek out from the corner to see ian. he walks over to me a sits down, rubbing my hair. "what's wrong kiddo?" i laugh. ian has always been like a brother to me. he's always been there for me.

"honestly, my mom is scaring me." ian looks concerned. "did she hurt you?" oh my god that's not what i meant. "no! no, it's just i'm worried she's gonna forget about me, and i don't like the constant worry you know?"

ian nods. he went through a similar thing with his mom, monica. she left him. ian lets me rant some more and brings me into his arms. he gives me a long bear hug and tell's me i'll be okay.

i nod, agreeing with him. i'll be fine. i walk downstairs with ian and grab a waffle that carl cooked, apparently he's a chef now. i sit down at the wooden table with liam. "youre pretty." aww!

"thanks liam." i shoot him a smile and finish eating. i pick up my plate, bringing it to the sink, preparing to wash it when carl speaks up, "i got it." i just shrug, placing the dirty plate in the sink, i pat his shoulder as i walk back up to debs room. i see frannie had woken up. she crawls around the bed and sees me, signaling for me to pick her up. she's probably hungry. i lift her from the bed and walk downstairs. carl still standing proudly at the stove. i sit at the island with her and he looks up at me.

"yo." "what do i feed her?" carl laughs. "breast milk." oh hell no. i guess carl finds the reaction on my face hilarious because he starts cracking up. "you can feed her little bits of things." he hands me a bowl of scrambled eggs with a fork. i separate the eggs feeding them to her one at a time. she stops whining.

carl looks at me like a tourist attraction. "what?" "nothing." okay? i unlock my phone, pulling up snapchat since it said i had a notification. it's from jake. i open it,

"wanna hang?"

i replay it and show carl. he rolls his eyes. i thought he wanted me to get with him? i hand him frannie. he gets mad, "what the hell?" "sorry love calls."

i think i mainly said that to get on his nerves. i strut out of the kitchen and go upstairs to debbie's room to grab my shoes. i tell jake to meet me at the restaurant fiona works at. all i get is an ok.

i take the l to the restaurant. fiona assigns me a booth so i sit and wait for jake. he hasn't shown so i text him,

hey, when are you getting here.
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well damn ok. am i getting stood up? why would he do that? we're friends? i receive a facetime from carl. i answer. "what the hell do you want?" "you. to come back here and take this six month old devil fast." damn i thought he was serious. since i know jake's not gonna show i tell fiona there was a misunderstanding. she nods and i take the l back to the gallagher home.

i knock on the door, carl answers. "so the date ended that fast?" i roll my eyes and take frannie from his arm, basically stomping up the stairs into debs room. shortly after carl opens the door, "what's wrong with you?" what the hell is that supposed to mean? "i don't know!" he walks over to sit next to me and frannie on the floor. "how'd it go with jake?" i don't think he really cares.

"he didn't show." he doesn't looked supposed. "well he's a fool." we just sit there looking at each other before i break the silence. "don't you have some girl to impregnate gallagher?"

he sighs, "i only have my eyes on one girl right now." he looks up at me, yeah. right. "carl?" "yes noah?" i scratch my arm, "what other lessons do i have to do." frannie had fallen asleep. he smirks at me, while taking a hand and placing it on my arm, rubbing. "lets go shopping." i laugh knowing damn well neither one of us has the money. i look at him confused, "shoplifting?" he asks. i quickly shake my head. i'm not going to jail. he looks at me, "don't you wanna be bad?" i let out a big sigh, "fine." carl smiles and takes my hand, bringing me downstairs. carl takes ian's new car and drives, he doesn't have a license does he? i realize he still is holding my hand, tightly. i look at him. "what?"

"youre still holding my hand." "oh." he releases my hand, i rub it gently. he's kinda strong. he parks the car at a shopping mall and we look through some stores. carl mainly picks out slutty outfits for me, that could fit the dress code at school. he shoves them in his backpack.

we walk back to the car and he hands me the backpack. i thank him but feel myself shaking. what if we get caught?

"get changed!" what the fuck? in the car? in front of him? hell no. "um no." i fake laugh. "why not?" he asks so casually, what if he doesn't like the way i look? i sigh and yank out an outfit from his very old backpack. i undress myself and feel carl's eyes on me. the insecurity hits. "don't look!" carl focuses his eyes back on the road, before letting out a "damn." i pull on the dress.

i look at myself in the very tiny mirror. the amount of cleavage is crazy bro. "that ones cute." i nod in agreement. he pulls over to a random bar. "what're we doing here?"

"business."

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